I sat dreaming in a room of great silence.The early morning was still and breathless,The great blue mountains stood against the darkskies, cold and clear,Round the dark log houseThe black and yellow birds were welcoming the sun.

I sat on the floor, with legs crossed, meditating,Forgetting the sunlit mountains,The birds,The immense silence,And the golden sun.

I lost the feel of my body,My limbs were motionless,Relaxed and at peace.A great joy of unfathomable depth filled my heart.Eager and keen was my mind, concentrated.Lost to the transient world,I was full of strength.

As the Eastern breezeThat suddenly springs into beingAnd calms the weary world,There in front of meSeated cross-legged,As the world knows HimIn His yellow robes, simple and magnificent,Was the Teacher of Teachers.

That one lookShowed the progress of the world,Showed the immense distance between the worldAnd the greatest of its Teachers.

How little it understood,And how much He gave.How joyously He soared,Escaping from birth and death,From its tyranny and entangling wheel.

Enlightenment attained,He gave to the world, as the flower givesIts scent,The Truth.

As I lookedAt the sacred feet that once trod the happyDust of India,My heart poured forth its devotion,Limitless and unfathomable,Without restraint and without effort.

- Krishnamurti

"He, the Blessed One, is indeed the Noble Lord, the Perfectly Enlightened One;He is impeccable in conduct and understanding, the Serene One, the Knower of the Worlds;He trains perfectly those who wish to be trained; he is Teacher of gods and men; he is Awake and Holy. "--------------------------------------------"The Dhamma is well-expounded by the Blessed One, Apparent here and now, timeless, encouraging investigation, Leading to liberation, to be experienced individually by the wise. "